Woke up to icy rain, so we decided to delay our drive home (from Ann Arbor) until later hours when the ice pellets would become rain — after 10:00, said the weather report. Until just moments ago, then, the sound of C’s fingers on his keys: a few solid hours of work for him on his revived novel. What makes it infinitely easier for me, too, to write. I know it should not be that I have trouble — giving myself permission to succeed and all that — when C is not working or getting work done, but nothing about my life has ever conformed to the shoulds. Now solid hours of work in for us both and C is piling the last of the stuff into the car for going. (Added pluses: We have Victrola Favorites for listening to and the last of Coetzee’s Diary of a Bad Year to read.)
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Peg, NOBODY has a life that conforms to the ’shoulds.’ And, if someone says it does, they are lying. Work, work, work. No permission hangups. That kind of thinking only holds you back. Here, I’m giving you my permission. Take it for all it is worth. See? It isn’t worth much right? That should tell you something. I’m going to check out the Victrola Favorites. Now I’m curious about it.